During college I worked as a bridal makeup artist Manchester in local department store. My job was to give makeovers to customers and sell the products. One Saturday morning a lady approached me about our makeovers. I should have known it was going to be an unusual day when she asked, “Do you take customer requests?” She proceeded to tell me that she was getting married later that afternoon and had never actually met her fiancé in person. They had an on-line relationship and she had not been very honest when she described herself. She even went so far as to send him slightly blurry not well lit pictures. This woman was 5’8″, average size build, long brown hair. She was a pretty, Caucasian woman that obviously frequented the tanning bed. Her request for me that Saturday? She needed to look like Beyoncé, she told her fiancé she looked just like Beyoncé.